Somewhere not far from the basketball court, Chen Xiaolian sat down together with Roddy.
“When you put it that way, it would appear that old Father Qiao is in a spot of trouble?” Roddy who sat beside Chen Xiaolian knitted his eyebrows and asked in a whisper.
There was a calm look on Chen Xiaolian’s face as he slowly shook his head. “It may not necessarily be trouble. However, I believe that Qiao Yifeng’s position in the guild is not as high as I had imagined back then. After all, he is presently only a normal human and not an Awakened. Even if he is the guild’s representative, even if some of the Awakened ones within the guild still consider him a friend, would they expend that much of the guild’s strength for an ordinary person?
“As Awakened ones, the strength of the guild must naturally be reserved for getting through the instance dungeons. No guild would be willing to risk spending too much of their strength or even losing them in the secular world.”
